The withered leaves collect at my feet and the wind begins to moan. Memory, all alone in the moonlight. I can dream of the old days, life was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4191 | 2023-04-20 17:41:30 | 86.36 | 97% |
| 3079 | 2023-03-22 10:55:28 | 80.41 | 96% |
| 2523 | 2019-08-31 14:53:30 | 69.43 | 93% |